He reminded her of young paul. He fucked her in that position every time, ramming it harder into her womb.Amy’s moans turned into screams while alex...continued torturing her. She was in such a weird position with her legs stretched upwards behind her shoulders. I kissed paul and let him out of me. I stood above amy and dropped down my pussy over her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and started licking my stretched hole.Paul got behind me and he pushed his dick into my asshole. My god, all my. So it continued for months every Friday, watching, listening (when I could) and wanking myself silly. That Spring we re-designed her bedroom for her, she was so happy and loved her new room. She wanted a full length mirror so we found her a lovely old antique one. As the evenings got longer I wasn’t able to watch from the garden (she might have seen me) so I had to make do with what I could, when I could.One night after the usual shower ritual I heard her starting to play with herself, I crept. ”Bob lost any reserve he had. He fumbled with his pants, Marla watching him in excitement. His cock popped from his pants, standing up very hard. It was not a huge cock, but his cockhead was round, and smooth and very swollen, his cockshaft throbbing. Marla felt her cunt suck inward with hunger as she stared at her son’s exposed cock. Bob closed his fist about his cock and began to pump on it, his eyes darting at what his sister was doing, then back to his mother.“You did say you wanted to see. "You've got it, Cammy," Kristen said."What do you say now?" Camille prodded.Kristen looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, Jim. I won't bet against you ever again." Maybe you just shouldn't bet against Cammy, Kris!"Kristen looked at me, then at Camille, and then at me. "I think you have found the winning strategy!"Merry started reaching behind her back in a motion that I recognized that a girl does when removing her bra. It took me a few minutes to explain to Merry that I really didn't want her to.